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He was never actually sure how long he had been unconscious, nor was he sure what exactly happened to him. For a while he was not even entirely sure of his own name. When the woman, who must have been a nurse of some kind, spoke to him, he was surprised to find that he was alive. For he had been so sure that this place which was filled with light, sparkly objects, dancing lights, and white objects—was some sort of after-life. Something deep inside him said that he would not be allowed in such a heavenly looking place, so he must be in some sort of hospital. He wasn't sure why he felt this way; he just knew that he did. He looked around at the room he was in, curious about what kind of people lived here.
A hand moved in front of his face, he blinked and brought his attention back to the woman who was speaking to him. At least…he thought she was speaking. It was hard to be sure since no sound came from her, was it common for people to not make any sound when they spoke? He smiled reassuringly at the woman and patted her hand. She was so taken aback by this that her mouth snapped shut and she simply stood there blinking at him in disbelief and shock. He looked at her curiously and reached up to run a hand through his hair, only to stop when he felt something strange under his fingertips.
His fingers traced along the rough edges of some sort of cloth wrapped tightly around his head. It took him a moment to figure out that the cloth was actually bandages. Apparently he had somehow injured himself, yet he had no idea how or even when. It kind of bothered him that he could hardly seem to remember anything from before he woke up in this strange place. He could not seem to even remember his own name, yet he knew he had one…everyone did. Didn't they? Actually, there was one thing he could remember. He remembered the face of a boy, the boy who had carried him somewhere. He thought that the somewhere had to have been to this room with the woman who looked so concerned…perhaps it was some sort of hospital.
He seemed to remember that the face of the boy, who had carried him here, was also a face that he had cause to fear. Yet, he could not remember why. He glanced up at the woman, opened his mouth to ask about the boy who had brought him here, but no sound came out of his mouth. Not even the smallest whisper of noise. The woman saw this, and grew even more concerned. She took out a long, thin stick and waved it over him. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembered that the "stick" was actually a wand, and that would make the woman a witch. If she was a witch, then it was a good bet that this place was a type of magical hospital. If it was a magical hospital, then what was he doing here? He couldn't do magic…could he?
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